- Justin’s POV -
A month went by. I barely saw Alli. She was always in her room. And if I saw her it would be 2 minutes before a concert. After she always locked herself in a room. She wouldn’t see people. I was starting to get worried about her. I love her it hurts me to see her like this. But I had no time to worry. Management wanted to speak to me about something. I hope it was nothing bad. I walked into the office and sat down.
“Okay so Justin. We need to do something to spike your image and to make a story for publicity sooo you are going to have to date someone. We thought it would be best if you would date Taylor Swift. We have already spoken to her management and they agree so you two have an interview in 30 minutes and you will tell you are a couple there. You now have 30 minutes to talk to Taylor about your story.”
“but I love Allison. Why can’t I date her?”
“because that is way too obvious. You will date Taylor. No more alone time with Allison. That will only ruin your career”
“oh okay” I was disappointed.
Taylor entered the room and looked at me.
“looks like we’re stuck together. Don’t worry I won’t keep you from Allison she is amazing. I love her music it has so much feel to it and she is so cute!”
“yeah she’s amazing” I said with what was probably a dreamy look.
We talked about our story. We would tell them we met through our music and we had been secretly dating for the past 3 months. We would tell them about our first date which would have been to the beach and a romantic pick nick there.
We walked down the where the interview would take place and took our seats. We sat on the couch. We were told to sit a little closer and I had to hold her hand to make it more realistic.
The interview began.
“so Justin I heard you had some news”
“yeah” I swallowed the lump in my throat and answered. “Taylor and I are a couple.”
- Jason’s POV –
I looked at the TV. The stupid asshole was giving an interview. He said he was dating Taylor which was good because that meant Allison was free. My little bitch was free. I would get back at her. My phone went. I thought of who it could be but the only who has my number is Selena. I gave it to her after a concert once because I was going to help her with the Justin Allison problem. Well I would take revenge on Alli which meant Selena could get Justin back.
I answered my phone.
“hey this is your bitch Selena”
“ohw hey what can I do for you”
“well first I want you to get to my place I need some sex and I need you to give it to me and after that I want you to hurry up with your plan”
She hung up. Guess this was my cue to leave. Ohw Selena and I were sex-friends for a while now. I would kiss her and cut her across her stomach with great pleasure. She would love a little pain while doing the deed.
I went to her house and knocked on the door. She opened up and pulled me in. We immediately started kissing and walking back into the apartment.
I lifted her and walked to her bed. I grabbed the knife she hid for me and cut of her clothes. After that she looked at me with a slight gaze. Then I slid the knife across her stomach. The blood came from my cut. It was so nice and red. I licked it of her stomach. It tasted so good. Selena moaned. I made some more cuts and licked till the blood dried. I went further down and felt if she was ready for me. She was. In one thrust I was inside her. I pumped a couple of times and then came in her. She had already come when I was cutting and licking her stomach. I wanted her to come another time so I cut her thighs until her womanhood. I licked the blood away and slowly came to her womanhood. I licked through it and she came again.
I got up and got dressed. I let myself out and went back home. I thought about my plan for Allison. It would have to be public and spectacular.
I brainstormed some more and finalized my plan. Now was organizing what I had to do. I had to get my stuff. And make sure every detail was covered.
- Allison’s POV -
I was watching TV when a live interview with Justin came on. He was holding hands with Taylor Swift. Their big news was that they were in a relationship. I couldn’t deal with it. It was wrong. This wasn’t what was going to happen. I turned it off and ran to my room. I saw my razor laying there. I grabbed it and made a few cuts on my wrist. At first I felt ashamed and embarrassed that I did it but after 3 cuts I felt relieved. My pain got washed away. I didn’t have to feel anything. I had some peace and quiet in my head. I grabbed the razor and put it in my bag to take it with me. It felt so good I knew I would do it again if I was at this point of pain again. I grabbed some bandages and cleaned my cuts. I placed the bandages on and just sat there.
I heard the door of the bus open. Two people came in. I recognized Justin’s voice.
“well Taylor this is our bus. I will call Alli if you want to meet her”
“yes please I’m a big fan of hers” I heard her respond. She sounded nice but I still wasn’t happy that she dated Justin.
I walked down before Justin called.
“oh hey Justin” I tried to say very nonchalant.
“hey Alli this is Taylor but you already know that probably”
“yeah hey Taylor I’m Alli. Thanks by the way for that tweet you send to me at that concert”
“no problem. I think we will be friends, but in order for us to be friends I need to tell you this. Justin and I are only dating for publicity it was something management came up with so don’t worry”
“I wasn’t worrying”
“Alli what happened to your wrist” Justin yelled at me. He sounded really concerned.
“Oh I cut myself whilst cooking”
Justin seemed content with the answer and left for his room. I was alone with Taylor. We started to talk and I could see myself being friends with her.
She stayed with us in the bus. She would be on tour with us for a while as it was her break. She slept in my room with me and we had a lot of late night talks. Another month flew by. I still cut myself every now and then. I cut myself at the sight of the first kissing picture of Taylor and Justin and every picture after that. I cut myself every time I had a nightmare about Jason. I cut myself just to feel the peace. I couldn’t stop with the cutting. I needed it to feel safe. I needed it to feel remotely happy